Lavender Marriages Romane & Geschichten

Stephano leans back slightly in his chair, one arm resting along the armrest, his expression bored as he stares at Mr Whitmore while his parents remain calm and observant. “This agreement shall remain in effect for a period of two years from the date of signing,” the officiant begins, his voice calm and even. “The marriage will be legally binding for the full duration, with no provision for early termination once executed...” He says. No provision for early termination. I feel my fingers press into my palm beneath the table. Two years suddenly feels less like a timeframe and more like a sentence. I glance at Stephano briefly, wondering if that clause unsettles him at all, but he remains stil

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

News of Luisa's imprisonment by the Moretti family reached Enrico. On top of that, he learned I had not miscarried at all and was about to enter a marriage alliance with Matteo. He had always believed I had only left in a fit of anger, and that as long as he found me and apologized sincerely, he could win me back. But now, I was going to marry someone else. This was a reality he absolutely could not accept.

On Valentine's Day, my wife, Serena Green, makes a dinner reservation for us at a romantic restaurant. She says she has a surprise for me, but she ends up standing me up when she gets called to perform an emergency surgery. I understand that this is just the nature of being a surgeon, so I celebrate the day by having dinner at the restaurant alone. As soon as I sit down, the restaurant manager greets me warmly. "Mr. Langley! Yesterday, your wife informed us that you love our newly released lobster pasta. We've made sure to prepare it for you today." My hands clench around the menu. "Is that so? But I'm allergic to shellfish. My wife should be aware of that." The smile on the manager's fa

She grabbed the box, picking up the gleaming ring under the camera flashes. Seven letter words that spelled *Lavanda* were carved on the edges. She frowned. I can tell what's going on. I was taking this far too seriously—it's supposed to be fake, but I don't do fake. Lisa was still on her feet, watching us. I could see the hesitation in her eyes. I don't know how she thinks getting married works. We do have to get a ring to be a real couple. "Mama bear, don't back out," I whisper.

"And what's the point of having your loved ones but don't have anything to feed? You won't happy anyways." "Yes mom. You are right. That's why we want balance and understanding. Not just money and power. It you have someone you truly love . Even one meal a day is enough. But if you don't have that. Even hundreds of expensive alcohol won't fulfill you." I cleared them what I was thinking with bo hesitation. Knowing that this must be triggering them inside. I was questioning there relationship. "Enough. Our decision is made and we won't take it back. We have made the deal with Mr. Lavender. And we will not take it back. Understand? You have to get married and you will get married! Any more cla

She said as her gaze met Lilly. I always thought, Lilly and Hannah were close. Maybe that was all for the camera, they fooled everyone into this perfect cute duo, but it was far from it, if it was possible Hannah would have slit Lilly into two. They both stood opposite each other holding each other's glare. "You got pregnant before getting married. You still managed to pull a stunt like your mother. Trapping this poor man into an non consented marriage. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it." Lilly said like she was giving off a compliment, when in fact her words were like venom.

The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you.

Cairen should have been the one in this situation, but now it was me. The thought of marrying the person I despised, while Grace adored them, was insane. "I understand how difficult this must be for you, honey," Grandma said with a comforting smile. "If you don't want to go through with it, I may have to give up everything." I shook my head, knowing that if this marriage went through, the Verdan family's reputation would be forever tarnished. "I can't let that happen, Grandma. Our family's fall from grace would be inevitable if this marriage takes place. Although I didn't have a choice, I must find a way to prevent it from happening."

“If we are not really married, what the hell was that all about?” “That’s what I’m getting at if you would care to listen. The paper only certifies that you’ve agreed to a legal and wedding in the near future.” “And how near is the ‘near future’ supposed to be?” asked Jake in a sarcastic voice. “Well,” answered Devin cheerfully making Rachel want to wring his neck. The wreck! “It did precise that you had a ten days’ notice. I think seven days have already gone by, so mathematically speaking, you still have three days left.”